Chapter 24: Secrets Revealed

Reverend Ebenezer sat at his desk and sipped Jack Daniels. He rarely drank because the evil of strong drink was one of the things he railed against when he wasn't railing against the evil of extra marital sex. Perhaps the surprising thing is that he drank rarely, considering the way he handled the sex bit. In any case today he was trying to recover from a very stressful week. The alcohol was one part of the stress-cure. The other was Ruth Tanner, young Felicity Tanner's mother. But first there's the cause of the stress. Or, more accurately, the causes.

It all began after the church service last Sunday night when he decided it was time to give Lucinda her weekly servicing. Since his vasectomy the weekly sessions had been better than he remembered and she had not been totally limp beneath him. The last time she had even been surprisingly and uncharacteristically wet and slippery but of course Wilson didn't know he was mounting a wet deck after the schoolteacher had fucked the guilt-ridden but willing woman.

Uh, Mr. Wilson. I have something to tell you.

Wilson liked it when his wife called him Mister or, sometimes, Reverend. On those occasions she was even more subservient than usual and she was usually very subservient by most men's standards.

Oh? He slid his hand up under her nightgown to the furry nest between her plump thighs. What is it you want to tell me, my dear?

I... I'm pregnant, Sir. We're going to have a baby.

But? We can't. Not me. Are you sure? The thought that his wife might have cheated on him never entered the preacher's mind.

Yes, I'm sure. It's been more than three months and I went to the doctor. He confirmed it.

Well... that's not what I expected. I'm going to sue those guys. But, annoyed though he was, the minister looked forward with anticipation to maybe having a son to go with his two daughters. Of course Wilson already had two sons, the products of his pre-marital counseling, but their paternity was attributed to the unsuspecting swains who married the girls. And at that moment a third son was growing in Felicity Hansen's belly, a son that Josh Hansen would believe to be his own.

But the thought doused Wilson's usually unquenchable libido and they went to bed only to sleep.

And then on Monday afternoon as soon as school was out Bob Best and Wilson's older daughter, Priscilla, arrived at his office for a meeting that Best had requested that morning at breakfast.

Mr. Wilson? Ebenezer? I have a special request.

Anything you ask, Bob. Anything to get you to return to teach again next year, and Wilson smiled at his semi-serious condition.

We want to get married, Sir. We're in love and even though Priscilla is only sixteen we want to wed as soon as we can.

There was a brief further conversation as Wilson's initial suspicions were confirmed and they agreed to a brief wedding service on Saturday. The preacher had mixed feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand he was annoyed, almost angry that the schoolteacher had taken advantage of his position and proximity to seduce the naïve teenager. On the other hand he was relieved that his daughter was getting a stable man, stable economically in any case. And he was sufficiently rational to consider his own behavior in matters like this. Best wasn't running away but was honest and up-front about what he'd done. Clearly he was an honorable man.

Then, on Wednesday, the preacher was presented with the most serious and difficult to accept situation. Lucinda brought little Leena to his office. This was unusual and was the first and only time Lucinda had come to his office. He was curious but his curiosity was quickly assuaged.

Leena has some bad news for us today. Do you want to tell him Leena, or should I?

It's not my fault Daddy. But... like... a man hurt me Daddy. He got me here in the church and he... he... oohhh Daddy, and the little girl rushed to her father and he put his arms around her.

Tell me who it was Daughter. Tell me and I'll... I'll... he'll go to jail.

It was a masterful acting job on the part of the thirteen-year-old girl. She had known about the schoolteacher and her sister and her Stepmom and once she was told that they also were pregnant, she had willingly become a participant in the bizarre plan. For the ingenuous teen it was a game where she could play being grown up.

Mr. Best would remain part of the household. Lucinda would raise Leena's child as her own. And Mr. Best, although married to Priscilla, would make love to both of them. His relationship with her stepmother in the future was not discussed but the young girl knew of her father's extramarital adventures so she was not particularly concerned.

Reverend Wilson was naturally concerned. And angry. His anger was directed at the unknown man who had molested and impregnated his younger daughter. For most of an hour he questioned her, trying to pin down who it might be. He questioned her also about the dark-skinned boy, Ravi and although he finally said he believed Leena's rape story he had a nagging suspicion that Ravi might be the father.

Wilson was angry also with the physician who had botched the vasectomy. He was thankful that the schoolteacher, Bob Best, was accepting full responsibility for his actions and marrying his daughter. He was the only really bright light in the whole dismal panorama.

Wilson postponed his planned indoctrination of a Philipino girl who had just joined the congregation. She was a bit of a special case because he had converted her from her Roman Catholic faith, much to the dismay of Father Murphy at the Convent School on the other side of the hill. The preacher did not want to spend the necessary time in preparing a young and inexperienced girl so he had invited Ruth Tanner, the mother of the newlywed fifteen-year-old girl, Felicity Hansen. With all the pregnancy going around in his own family and knowing that Felicity was also with child as a result of her marriage counseling, Wilson chuckled at the thought of getting her mother in a family way also. But that was unlikely and not only because of his operation. The repository or repositories he lusted after with the buxom Tanner woman would not lead to pregnancy even if he hadn't been vasectomized.

Ruth Tanner had married young as did most of the girls in Devon and her first child, Felicity, had been born when she was barely sixteen. Reverend Wilson had chosen her as one of the first local woman to receive the benefit (or whatever) of his hypnotic technique and for the first three times things went as he anticipated. The fourth time, however, the voluptuous and hot-blooded woman came out of her trance just as the fires of unbridled lust were consuming her womanly loins and she was fully conscious as her minister fucked her through her greatest ever orgasm.

After Ruth Tanner discovered her innate sexuality and overcame her guilt she became Reverend Wilson's escape valve, someone he could call on if a girl was proving difficult to seduce or if he just needed that extra touch of companionship. And ever since the minister had given her daughter, Felicity, her special indoctrination, Ruth had been especially anxious to be with the preacher.

The woman was ready for her minister when she arrived at his office. Her mind was filled with thoughts of him and the lovemaking they'd shared last week. His tender touches and the lips she loved to kiss and lick. The way his body felt against hers when he'd pulled her close against him. Remembering the feel of his large strong hands brought a sigh of longing from deep inside her.

Silently Wilson stripped off his clothes while the woman watched, seated at his messy desk. Carefully sliding the papers off her desk and stacking them on the floor he perched himself on the desk directly in front of her. Once seated with legs spread, he watched her and began to masturbate. Slowly, caressing himself until he was almost fully erect, tugging gently on the loose skin that covered his testicles while thinking of the pleasure they were about to share.

She wasn't hypnotized or drugged but Ruth Wilson was entranced. Her eyes were open wide, staring, and all she could see was him. His hand slowly sliding the skin up and down the shaft while the other tenderly squeezed and cupped his balls. She couldn't take her eyes off him, afraid to move in case it was a dream and he disappeared.

Dragging her gaze away from his center, she looked up into his eyes seeing the lust and desire growing. Then her eyes drifted downwards over his body, coming to rest again on his hands as they slowly tugged and teased.

Sliding his bottom to the edge of the desk, Wilson raised one leg and set his foot beside himself on the desk. His knee fell to the side, fully exposing himself to the woman. Then gazing down at his well spread legs he watched himself and Ruth watching him. This posture opened him fully and Ruth could see his tight nether hole peeking from below his balls as he caressed them. Lifting his half closed eyes he looked straight at Ruth almost dreamily. Her eyes followed as he eased his fingers back over his balls, tugging them before he stroked his now rigid tool. Eyes closed with pleasure, he moaned softly as Ruth sat trembling, watching his hands pleasuring yourself.